Poems, 9 tomasHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 - 315 psl. |
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... " May - Day , " in the part representative of the march of Spring , received his sanction as bringing them more nearly in accordance with the events in Nature . J. E. CABOT . ! CONTENTS . PREFATORY NOTE . I. THE SPHINX . vi PREFATORY NOTE .
... " May - Day , " in the part representative of the march of Spring , received his sanction as bringing them more nearly in accordance with the events in Nature . J. E. CABOT . ! CONTENTS . PREFATORY NOTE . I. THE SPHINX . vi PREFATORY NOTE .
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... NATURE AND LIFE . NATURE , I. NATURE , II . THE ROMANY GIRL 170 171 172 · 173 174 178 182 188 188 189 189 · 192 193 · 194 195 · · 196 THE CHARTIST'S COMPLAINT 197 DAYS . PAGE TERMINUS MY GARDEN THE TITMOUSE THE HARP SEA ...
... NATURE AND LIFE . NATURE , I. NATURE , II . THE ROMANY GIRL 170 171 172 · 173 174 178 182 188 188 189 189 · 192 193 · 194 195 · · 196 THE CHARTIST'S COMPLAINT 197 DAYS . PAGE TERMINUS MY GARDEN THE TITMOUSE THE HARP SEA ...
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... NATURE Two RIVERS . WALDEINSAMKEIT THE NUN'S ASPIRATION 197 200 203 207 209 213 · 214 216 217 APRIL 219 MAIDEN SPEECH OF THE EOLIAN HARP 220 CUPIDO . 221 THE PAST 221 THE LAST FAREWELL 222 IN MEMORIAM . 224 · ELEMENTS . EXPERIENCE ...
... NATURE Two RIVERS . WALDEINSAMKEIT THE NUN'S ASPIRATION 197 200 203 207 209 213 · 214 216 217 APRIL 219 MAIDEN SPEECH OF THE EOLIAN HARP 220 CUPIDO . 221 THE PAST 221 THE LAST FAREWELL 222 IN MEMORIAM . 224 · ELEMENTS . EXPERIENCE ...
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... NATURE AND LIFE 278 THE BOHEMIAN HYMN 298 PRAYER 299 GRACE 299 EROS 300 LINES WRITTen in Naples , 1833 . 300 LINES WRITTEN IN ROME , 1883 PETER'S FIELD THE WALK . MAY MORNING THE MIRACLE THE WATERFALL WALDEN PAN MONADNOC FROM AFAR THE ...
... NATURE AND LIFE 278 THE BOHEMIAN HYMN 298 PRAYER 299 GRACE 299 EROS 300 LINES WRITTen in Naples , 1833 . 300 LINES WRITTEN IN ROME , 1883 PETER'S FIELD THE WALK . MAY MORNING THE MIRACLE THE WATERFALL WALDEN PAN MONADNOC FROM AFAR THE ...
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... the Best ; Yawns the pit of the Dragon , Lit by rays from the Blest . The Lethe of Nature Can't trance him again , Whose soul sees the perfect , Which his eyes seek in vain . " To vision profounder , Man's spirit must dive ; THE SPHINX .
... the Best ; Yawns the pit of the Dragon , Lit by rays from the Blest . The Lethe of Nature Can't trance him again , Whose soul sees the perfect , Which his eyes seek in vain . " To vision profounder , Man's spirit must dive ; THE SPHINX .
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agrimony bard beams beauty Behold beneath bird blood boughs breath bring cheer churl cloud cold Dædalus Dæmon delight Dervish doth dream earth eternal eyes fame Fate fear feet fire flame flow flowers forest garden genius glow gods grace hand harp hast hath hear heard heaven hide hills Jove knew lake land leaves light live lover maid Merlin mighty Heart moon morning mould mountain Muse mystic Nature Nature's nectar never night numbers o'er pine plant Pleiads poet polar night race rhyme rose round Saadi sail scorn secret shalt shine sing sleep smile snow song soul sphere Sphinx Spring stars stream sweet tempest thee thine things thou thought thrush TITMOUSE tongue town trees voice wage of love wave whispering grasses wild wind wine wings wise wood word youth
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40 psl. - Turns the sod to violets, Thou, in sunny solitudes, Rover of the underwoods, The green silence dost displace With thy mellow, breezy bass. Hot midsummer's petted crone, Sweet to me thy drowsy tone Tells of countless sunny hours, Long days, and solid banks of flowers ; Of gulfs of sweetness without bound In Indian wildernesses found; Of Syrian peace, immortal leisure, Firmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure.
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17 psl. - The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost.
170 psl. - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
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74 psl. - Yet do not I implore The wrinkled shopman to my sounding woods, Nor bid the unwilling senator Ask votes of thrushes in the solitudes. Every one to his chosen work; Foolish hands may mix and mar; Wise and sure the issues are. Round they roll till dark is light, Sex to sex, and even to odd...